Your memories are our keepsakes, with which we’ll never part.
God has you in his keeping, we have you in our hearts.
Nothing could be more beautiful than the memories we have of you.
To us you were someone special, God must have thought so too.
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer, but a cure was not to be.
So god put his arms around you and whispered, “Come with me”.
A golden heart stopped beating, caring hands were put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us, he only takes the best.